Bike riders requiem

Rampart ridge, Colorado Springs CO

Description

It must have been just a dream. As I threw my leg over the leather seat, you revved the throttle. Vibrations shot up through my feet perched stop the tiny foot pegs. My form was impeccable, but as you released the brake and crank the throttle harder; I felt my bottom slide backwards off the warm leather seat. Instantly, your arm was pulling me against you. That one motion and I was yours. Time from there seemed to stop as we rode the streets of this town. Never had I felt a gaze as I felt your gaze when it was upon me. More than a breath of fresh air. A whole new world compared to the HELL I had just came out of. Riding behind you, I was free. You would say I see you. Every part of my being said it was real.....that's a bike rider's requiem